other a knock on the pate This set them a voting and the upper House swore 'T was a breach of priviledge he gave him no more The lower the breaking their Members head voted A breach of their priviledge for it is to be noted That Treason and Priviledge in it did grow 'T was a breach of his Crown and dignity too Then came in the Women with a long long petition To settle Militia and damn the Commission For if fighting continue they say they did fear That Men would be scarce and Husbands be dear So plainly the Speaker the business unties That presently all the Members did rise They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope Some strictly stood to them and others did fear Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier This business was handled by the Close-Committee That privately met at a place in the City So closely to voting the Members did fall That the humble Sisters were overthrown all But they and their helpers came short at the last Till at length the whole work on Prince Griâ—â—ith was cast And he with his troup did handle the matter He pleased every Woman as soon as he came at her The business had like to have gone on their side Had not Pym perswaded them not to confide For rather then peace to fill the Common-wealth He said hee 'd do ten every night himself Thursday This day a great fart in the house they did hear Which made all the Members make buttons for fear And one makes nine speeches while the business was hot And spake through the nose that he smelt out the plot He takes it to task and the Articles drawes As a breach of their own Fundamental laws Now Letters were read which did fully relate A victory against New-Castle of late That hundreds were slain and hundreds did run And all this was got ere the battel begun This then they resolved to make the best on And next they resolved upon the Question That Bonfires and praises the Pulpit and Steeple Must all be suborned to couzen the People But the policy was more money to get For the conquest 's dear bought and far enough fet Such victories in Ireland although it be known They strive to make that Land as bad as our own No sooner the money for this was brought hither But a croud of true Letters came flocking together How Hotham and 's army and others were beaten This made the blew Members to startle and threaten And these by all means must be kept from the City And only referred to the Privy-Committee And they presently with an Extempore Vote which they have used so long that they learned by rote They stil'd them malignant and to lies they did turn them Then Corbet in stead of the Hangman must burn them And he after that an Ordinance draws That none should tell truth that disparag'd the cause Then P. like a Pegasus trots up and down And takes up an angel to throw down a Crown He stands like a Centaure and makes a long speech That came from his mouth and part from his breech He moves for more Horse that the Army may be Part Mans-flesh and Horse-flesh as well as he And hee 'l be a Colonel as well as another But durst not ride a horse ' cause a horse rode his Mother Friday Sir Hugh Cholmley for being no longer a Traytor Was accus'd of treason in the highest Nature ' Cause he as they bad him his Souldiers did bring To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King They voted him out but nor they nor their men Could vote him into the house agen Sir David's Remonstrance next to them was read From the Cities round body and Isaac's the head 'T was approv'd but one cause produc'd a denial That all Traytors be brought to a Legal trial For 't is against reason to vote or to do Against Traytors when they are no other but so Because about nothing so long they sit still They hold it convenient Diurnals to fill And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge To stuffe it with Orders and Letters at large The King by 's Prerogative nor by the Law Can speak nor print nothing his people to draw Yet Penny-les Pampleters they do maintain Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain Who Cum Privilegio against King and the State The treason that 's taught them like Parrats they prate These Hackneys are licenc't what ever they do As if they had Parliament priviledge too Thus then they consult so zealous they are To settle the peace of the Kingdom by war But against Civil war their hatred is such To prevent it they 'l bring in the Scots and the Dutch They had rather the Land be destroy'd in a minute Then abide any thing that has loyalty in it And yet their rebellion so neatly they trim They fight for the King but they mean for King Pym These all to fight for and maintain are sent The Lawes of England but New-England is meant And though such disorders are broke in of late They keep it the Anagram still of a State For still they are plotting more riches to bring To make Charles a rich and glorious King And by this rebellion this good they will do him They 'l forfeit all their Estates unto him No Clergy must meddle in Spiritual affairs But Layton ne'r heard of it losing his ears For that he might be deaf to the prisoners cries To a spiritual Goalers place he must rise The rest have good reason for what they shall do For they are both Clergy and Laity too Or else at the best when the question is stated They are but Mechannicks newly translated They may be Committees to practise their bawling For stealing of horses is a spiritual calling The reason why people our Martyrs adore ' Cause their ears being cut off their fame sounds the more 'T was ordered the Goods of Malignants and Lands Shall be shar'd among them and took into their hands They send spirits for more malignants to come That every one in the house may have some Then down to Guild-hall they return with their thanks To the fools whom the Lottery has cheated with blanks Saturday This day there came news of the taking a Ship To see what strange wonders are wrought in the deep That a troop of their Horse ran into the Sea And pull'd out a Ship alive to the key And after much prating and fighting they say The ropes serv'd for traces to draw her away Sure these were Sea-horses or else by their lying They 'ld make them as famous for swimming as flying The rest of the day they spent to bemoan Their Brother the Round-head that to Tyburn was gone And could not but think it a barbarous thing To hang him for killing a friend to the King He was newly baptized and held it was good To be washed yet not in water but blood They ordered for
retirement THough we are now analys'd and can't find How to have mutual presence but in mind I 'm bold to send you this that you may know Though you 're above yet I do live below Though I 've no bags that are with child with gold And though my fireless chymnies catch the cold For want of great revenues yet I find I've what 's as good as all a sated mind I neither money want nor have I store I have enough to live and ask no more No tip-toed turret whose aspiring brow Looks down and scorns the humble roofs below My cottage lies beneath the thunders harms Laughs at the whispers of the winds or storms My rooms are not in-lin'd with Tapistry But ragged walls where a few books may lye I flight the silks whose ruffling-whispers pride And all the worlds Tautologies beside My limbs inhabit but a Countrey dress Not to adorn but cover nakedness My family 's not such whose gentry springs Like old Mecaenasses from Grandsire Kings I 've many kinred yet my friends are few Those few not rich and yet more rich then true I've but a drachm of learning and less wit Yet that 's enough to fright my wealth from it As if those two seldome or never meet But like two Generals that with bullets greet I study to live plenteously though scant How not to have yet not to care nor want We 've here no gawdy feminines to show As you have in that great Seraglio He that weds here lies cloyster'd in a maid A Sepulchre where never man was laid Ours are with Load-stone touch'd and never will But right against their proper pole lye still Yours like Hell-gates do alwaies open lye Like Hackney-jades they stand at livery Like treasuries where each one throws his mite Gâ—lphâ— of contraries at once dark and light Where who so enters is like gold refin'd Passing through fire where Moloch sits enshrin'd And offers up a whole-burnt sacrifice To pacifie those fiery Deities I have no far-fetch'd dear-bought delicates Whose virtues prized only by their rates No fancy'd Kick-shaws that would serve t' invite To a fourth course the glutted appetite Hunger's my Cook my labour brings me meat Which best digests when it is sawc'd with sweat They that have pluresies of these about them Yet do but live and so do I without them I can sit in my study soon or late And have no Troopers quarrel with my gate Nor break the peace with it whose innocence Stands only guarded in its own defence No debts to sue for and no coyn to lend No cause to fear my foe nor slight my friend Yet there is one thing which me thinks I han't And I have studied to supply that want 'T is the Synopsis of all misery 'T is the tenth want Dear Friend the want of Thee May we once more enjoy our selves for neither Is truly blest till we are blest together XXVI An Elogy on a Lady that dyed before her intended Nuptials AMong the train of mourners whose swoln eyes Wallow in tears of these sad obsequies Admit me as a cypher here to come Who though am nothing yet can raise a sum And truly I can mourn as well as they who 're clad in sable weeds though mine is gray Excuse me Sir passion will swell that 's pent Thank not my tears I cannot but lament To see a Lady ready for your bed To death's imbraces yield her mayden-head And that Angellick Corps that should have been A Cabinet to lodge your Jewels in Should now b'imbalm'd with dust and made a prey To the happy worms who may call that day On which her limbs unto their lot did fall Your sad Solemnities their Festival Should I not mourn I could not pay the due Of tears to her or sympathy to you For Death did flay you both when she did dye So who writes one's must write both's Elegy She was too good for you she was too high A wife for Angels to get Angels by Whom you and all did love and did suppose To be an Angel in a mortal's cloaths But Heaven to undeceive you let you know By her mortality she was not so XXVII On the great cryer at Westminster-Hall WHen the great Cryer in that greater room Calls Faunt-le-roy and Alex-and-er Brome The people wonder as those heretofore When the dumb spake to hear a Cryer roar The killing crue of Cryers that do stand with Eunuches voyces squeaking on each hand Do signifie no more compar'd to him Then Member Allen did to patriot Pim. Those make us laugh while we do him adore Theirs are but Pistol his mouth 's Canon-bore Now those fame-thirsty spirits that endevour To have their names enlarg'd and last for ever Must be Atturneys of this Court and so His voyce shall like fames lowdest trumpet blow Their names about the World and make them last While we can lend an ear or he a blast XXXVIII To the memory of that loyal Patriot Sir I. Cordel Kt. THus fell the grace and glory of our time Who durst be good when goodness was a crime â— Magistrate that justly wore his gown While England had a King or King a Crown But stoutly flung it off when once he saw Might knock down right and lust did justle law His soul scorn'd a Democracy and wou'd No longer stay then while the Kingdome stood And when that fled his follow'd it to be Joyn'd to his King i' th Hieromonarchy XXX To his Mistress lodging in a room where the Skie was painted In 1642. WHen my Diviner soul I did of late In thy fair chamber for thy presence wait Looking aloft Thou know'st my look is high Else I 'd ne'r dare to court Thee I did spy Sun Moon and Stars by th' painters art appear At once all Culm'nant in one Hemisphere My small Astrology made me suppose Those Symptomes made the room prodigious Old time I thought was crampt and night and day Both monosyllabled to make me stay He 'd broke his steps of daies and hours that he Might rowle himself into Eternity The Sun as tyred with the course he ran Center'd himself in the Meridian And ' cause 't was there I could not think it night Nor durst I call it day ' cause 't gave no light I found the cause and ceased to admire Thy eyes had stoln his sight my heart his fire And that 's the cause why Sun and Moon look'd dim Thy brighter face out luster'd her and him But which increas'd my wonder I could see No Meteor portend this prodigy Comets all wink'd at this nor could I spy One Blazing-star but my portentive eye But as I mus'd what Omen this should be They all stood still as much amaz'd at me The wandring Planets had forgot to vary Gazing on me because all stationary Envying thy beauty they 're together gon To make a perfect constellation And their conjunctions t' imitate our lips Was but a loving kiss not an Eclipse Sol draws a Regiment of stars to be Tapers
it Well With these ingredients were the Countreys all Poyson'd and fool'd and aw'd while they did call Themselves the Cities or the Counties and Do in their names what they ne'r understand Or hear of These did that old Dry-bone call Up to the Throne if he were call'd at all And vow'd to live and dye with him and then Address'd to Dick and vow'd the same agen And so to Rump but these vowes were no more Then what they vow'd to Essex long before And so perform'd they dy'd alike with all Yet liv'd on unconcerned in their fall So as these Corks might swim at top they ne'r Car'd what the liquor was that them did bear These taught the easie people prone to sin And ready to imbibe ill customes in To betray trusts to break an Oath and Word Things that th' old English Protestants abhorr'd And lest these Kingdoms should hereafter be Took for inchanted Islands where men see Nothing but Devils haunt as if God and All virtuous people had for sook the land And left it to these Monsters these took care To make us match and mix our bloud with their Polluted issue and so do as when Gods sons did take the daughters once of men To fright men into this they did begin To decimate them for Orig'nal Sin Children that were unborn in those mad times And unconcern'd in what they Voted crimes If guilty of Estates were forc'd to pay The tenth to those who took nine parts away The Law was made a standing pool and grew Corrupt for want of current thence a crew Of monstrous Animals out daily crawl'd Who little knew but impudently ball'd And made the Law the Eccho of the Sword With such lew'd Cattel were the Benches stor'd That made the Gown ridiculous Now and then The Malefactors were the wiser men Most times the honester these did dispence And rack the Laws ' gainst equity and sence Which way the Buff would have them turn by which They long continued powerful and Rich. Now they 'l all wheel about and be for you For like Camaelions they still change their hue And look like that that 's next them they will vow Their hearts were alwaies for you and are now 'T is no new Wit 't is in a Play we know Who would not wish you King now you are so Yet you can pardon all for you have more Mercy and love than they have crimes in store And you can love or pity them which none But you could do you can their persons own And with unconquer'd patience look on them Because your Nature knows not to condemn You 'll let them live and by your grace convince Their treach'rous hearts that they have wrong'd a Prince Whom God and Angels love and keep whose mind Solely to love and mercy is inclin'd Whom none but such as they would hurt or grieve And none but such as you could e'r forgive Such men and crimes Those feathers ne'rtheless Pluck'd from your Subjects backs their own to dress Should be repluck'd or else they should restore They 'll still be left Crows as they were before But if you trust them And now you are returned to your Realm May you sit long and stedfastly at th' Helm And rule these head-strong people may you be The true Protector of our Libertie Your wisdome only answers th' expectation Of this long injur'd now reviving Nation May true Religion flourish and increase And we love virtue as the ground of peace May all pretences outward forms and shewes Whereby we have been gull'd give way for those True act of pure religious and may we Not only seem religious but be Of taking Oathes may you and we be shy Bâ—t being ta'ne think no necessity Oâ— power can make us break them may we ne'r Make wilful breach of promises nor e'r Basely betray our trusts but strive to be Men both of honour and of honestie And may those only that are just and true Be alwa eâ— honour'd and imploy'd by you Next let our sacred Laws in which do stand The wealth the peace and safety of our Land be kept inviolable and never made Nets to the small while the great Flies evade May those that are intrusted with them be Men of sound knowledge and integrity And sober courage such as dare and will And can do Justice We have felt what ill Comes by such Clarks and Judges as have been For favour faction or design put in Without respect to Merit who have made The Law to Tyrants various lusts a Bawd Perverted Justice and our Rights have sold And Rulers have been over-rul'd by Gold Then are the people happy and Kings too When they that are in power are good and doe On these two Bases let our peace be built So firm and lasting that no bloud be spilt No Countrey wasted and no treasure spent While you and yours do reign no future rent Disturb your happiness but may we strive Each in his sphere to make this Nation thrive Grow plentiful and pow'rful and become The Joy or Terror of all Christendome And those who lately thought themselves above us May spite of fate or tremble at or love us May no incroaching spirit break the hedge Between Prerogative and Priviledge And may your sacred Majesty enjoy Delights of Mind and Body that ne'r cloy Not only be obey'd but lov'd at home Prais'd and admir'd by all that near you come And may your Royal Fame be spread as far As valiant and as virtuous people are And when you 're Majesty shall be inclin'd To bless your Realms with heirs oh may you find A Spouse that may for Beauty Virtue Wit And royal birth be for your person fit May you abound in hopeful heirs that may Govern the Nations and your Scepters sway Till time shall be no more and pledges be Both of your love and our felicity May you live long and happily and find No pains of body and no griefs of mind While we with loyal hearts Rejoyce and Sing God bless your Kingdoms and God save our KING THE END A Catalogue of some Books Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in Ivie-lane DOctor Spark's Devotions on all the Festivals of the year The Alliance of Divine Offices exhibiting all the Liturgies of England since the Reformation by Hamon L'estrange Esq in fol. Justice Revived or the whole Office of a Countrey Justice in 8. The Exact Constable with his Originals and Power in the Offices of Church-wardens Overseers of the Poor Surveyors Treasurers and other Officers as they are now established by the Laws and Statutes of the Land both by Edw. Wingate Esq Dr. Brown's Sepulchral Urns and Garden of Cyrus in 8. Two Essayes of Love and Marriage in 12. The Royal Exchange a Comedy in 4. And four New Playes in 8. by R. Brome A Treatise of Moderation by Mr. Gaule in 8. St. â—onaventure's Soliloquies in 4. Jewes in America by Mr. Thorogood in 4. All Mr. L'Estrange's Pieces against Mr. Bagshaw and the Presbyterians Speeds Husbandry in 8. All the Songs and Poems of the Rump in 8. from 1640 to 1660. The Pourtraicture of his sacred Majesty King Charles the Second from his birth 1630. till this present year 1661. being the whole story of his escape at Worcester his travels and troubles The Glories and Magnificent Triumphs of the Restitution of King Charles the Second shewing his Entertainments in Holland and his passage through London and the Countrey comprising all the Honours done to and conferr'd by him By James Heath formerly Student of Ch. Ch. in Oxon. The Covenant discharged by John Russel in 4. The compleat art of Water-drawing in 4. Chisul's Danger of being almost a Christian in 12. Aeneas his Voyage from Troy to Italy an Assay upon the third Book of Virgil in 8. The Transtation of the sixth Book of Virgil 4. both by J. Boys Esq Mr. Walwin's Sermon on the happy Return of King Charles the second Mr. Grenfield's Sermon in behalf of the Loyal party Mr. Stone 's Sermon at St. Pauls Octob. 20. 1661. against Rebellion Bloud for Bloud in 35 Tragical stories the five last being the sad product of our late Rebellion in 8. Trap on the Major Prophets c. in fol. A Discourse of all the Imperfections of Women in 8. Mr. Morton's Rule of Life in 8. A Geographical Dictionary of all the Townâ— and Cities in the World The Jovial Crew or Merry Beggars by R. Brome Gent. Salmasius in English Holy Authems sung in all Cathedrals in England Schriverius Lexicon Greek and Latin the fourth Edition much enlarged Eighteen Choice Sermons preacht by Bishop â—sher in Oxford in the time of War in 4. The Crums of Comfort The History of the Bible The List of the Loyal Party And Case The Harmony of the World in 8. in 3. Parts The Temple of Wisdom useful for all persons being a Magical Discourse in 8. both by John Heyden Esq Flodden-field in 9 Fits or an Excellent History of the memorable battle fought between the English and Scots in the time of Henry the 8th 1513. The new Common-Prayer with choice Cuts in Copper suited to all the Feasts and Fasts of the Church of England throughout the year in a Pocket-Volume Oldsworth's Holy Royallists Songs and other Choice Poems by Mr. Henry Bold in 8. Mr. Brome's Songs Heautontimâ—rumenoâ—
their loads they 'ld groan Or with shame would throw them down And live as free From needless cares as we Slight pomp and wealth that makes men melancholly 5. Pray what are all these gaudy bubbles That so boast and rant Of what they think they have but ha'nt But men that had the luck of living And made others fall their thriving Hail-stones got in storms of troubles That for valour are as fit For Knights as to be Squires for wit Inspir'd with pride Did what good men defi'd Grown great by Protean turning and conniving 6. That man that would have me adore him With my heart he must Be noble pow'rful wise and just And improve his parts and power To support not to devour Nor pride nor lust must e'r rule o'r him Th' bug-bear greatness without this An idle empty pageant is He that doth rise And is not good and wise I honour not but pity and deplore him SONG XXXI The Cheerful Heart 1. WHat though these ill times do go cross to our will And fortune still frowns upon us Our hearts are our own and they shall be so still A pin for the plagues they lay on us Let us take t'other cup To keep our hearts up And let it be purest Canary We 'l ne'r shrink or care For the crosses we bear Let 'um plague us until they be weary 2. What though we are made both beggars and slaves Let us stoutly endure it and drink on 'T is our comfort we suffer ' cause we will not be knaves Our redemption will come e're we think on 't We must flatter and fear Those that over us are And make 'um believe that we love 'um When their tyranny's past We will serve them at last As they serv'd those that have been above ' um 3. The Levites do preach for the Goose and the Pig To drink wine but at Christmas and Easter The Doctour doth labour our lives to new-trig And makes nature to fast but we feast her The Lawyer doth bawl Out his lungs and his gall For the Plantiff and for the Defendant At books the Scholar lies Till by Flatus he dies With the ugly hard word at the end on 't 4. But here 's to the man that delights in Sol fa 'T is Sack is his only Rosin A load of heigh-ho's are not worth a ha ha He 's the man for my money that draws in Come a pin for this Muck And a fig for ill Luck 'T is better be blyth and frolick Then to sigh out our breath And invite our own death By the Gout or the stone and the cholick SONG XXXII Made and Set Extempore 1. WHen our glasses flow with Wine And our souls with Sack are rais'd When we 're jeer'd we do not repine Nor are proud when we are prais'd 'T is Sack alone can raise our souls A pin for Christning drinking-bowles 2. Let the Drawer raise our fancies With his wit-refining drink Hang your stories and Romances Those are fit for them that think Let him love that has a mind We to drinking are inclin'd 3. Wit and love are th' only things Which fill the thoughts of Kings and us Imagination makes us Kings And that 's rais'd by doing thus Drink your Sack let wit alone Wit by drinking best is shown SONG XXXIII The Answer to the Curse against Ale 1. OGag for shame that strumpet muse Let not her Spanish tongue abuse Our wholsome and Heroick English juice 2. 'T was not this loyal liquor shut Our Gates against our Soveraign but Strange drinks into one tub together put 3. When Ale was drink Canonical There were no theeves nor watch nor wall Men neither stole nor lack'd for Ale was all 4. That Poet ought be dry or dumb And to our brown bowls never come Who drinking Ale vents only dregs and scum 5. Nor had that Souldier drunk enough For Ale both valour gives and buffe Makes men unkickable and cudgel-proof 6. 'T was the meal not meal-man was the cause The mill fell down for one small clause In one meal-act hath overthrown our lawes 7. The worth of Ale none can proclaim But by th' assistance of the same From it our Land derives its noblest name 8. With this men were inspir'd but not As kick shaw-brains are now God wot Inspir'd that is run mad none knows with what 9. How did our stout fore-fathers make All Antichristian Nations quake When they their Nut-brown bowles and bills did take 10. What noble sparks old Ale did kindle But now strange drinks do make men dwindle And Pigmies get scarce fit to sway a spindle 11. This liquor makes the drinkers fight Stoutly while others stoutly write This both creates the Poet and the Knight 12. This makes the drawer in his Gown And chain to ride and rule the Town Whose orient Nose exemplifies his frown 13. How reverently the burly Host With basket-hilted pot and tost Commands the bak'd-meats and then rules the rost 14. But oh the Brewer bears the bell This makes him to such highness swell As none but Ale-inspir'd can think or tell 15. Divert that curse then or give o're Don Philip can hurt Ale no more Then his Armado England heretofore SONG XXXIV The Reformation 1. TEll not me of Lords or Lawes Rules or Reformation All that 's done's not worth two strawes To the welfare of the Nation Men in power do rant it still And give no reason but their will For all their domination Or if they do an act that 's just 'T is not because they would but must To Gratifie some parties lust Or meerly for a fashion 2. Our expence of bloud and purse Has produc'd no profit Men are still as bad or worse And will be what e'r comes of it We 've shuffled out and shuffled in The persons but retain the sin To make our game the surer Yet spite of all our pains and skill The knaves all in the pack are still And ever were and ever will Though something now demurer 3. And it cannot but be so Since those toyes in fashion And of souls so base and low And meer Bigots of the Nation Whose designs are power and wealth At which by rapines fraud and stealth Audaciously they vent'r ye They lay their consciences aside And turn with every wind and tide Puff'd on by Ignorance and pride And all to look like Gentry 4. Crimes are not punish'd cause they 'r crimes But ' cause they 're low and little Mean men for mean faults in these times Make satisfaction to a tittle While those in office and in power Boldly the underlings devour Our Cobweb-laws can't hold ' um They sell for many a Thousand crown Things which were never yet their own And this is law and custome grown Cause those do judge that sold ' um 5. Brothers still with Brothers brawl And for trifles sue 'um For two pronouns that spoil all Those contentious Meum Tuum The wary lawyer buyes and builds While the Client sells his fields To
his Friend T. S. Tom SInce thou didst leave both me and this town The sword is got up and the law 's tumbled down Those eager disputes between Harrington and Wren At length have inspir'd the Red-coated Men Whose sides not their heads do wear the Lex terrae With which they will rule us until we be weary We know not whose highest what e'r people brawle Whether Wallingford-House or Westminster-Hall You made a contest neither pulpit nor tub-like What 's fittest a Monarchy or a Republick But Desborough sayes that Scholar's a fool That advances his pen against the war-tool We have various discourses and various conjectures In Taverns in Streets in Sermons and Lectures Yet no man can tell what may hap in the close Which are wiser or honester these men or those But for my part I think 't is in vain to contest I sit still and say he that 's strongest is best The World keeps a round that original sin That thrust some people out draws other folks in They have done they did not know what and now Some think that they do not know what they may do But State matters Tom are too weighty and high For such mean private persons as thou art and I. We will not our Governours calling invade We 'l mind our own good let them follow their trade Lanch forth into th' Pulpit much learning will be A hindrance to thy Divinity 'T is better to mind what will cloath ye and feed ye Then those empty titles of M. A. and D. D. I have one thing to beg and I won't be deni'd You must once more mount Pegasus and you must O'r the County of D. whose praise must b'expreâ— ri 〈…〉 In a Poem to grace our next County feast Which will be next term 't was what I design'd But want wit and time to do 't to my mind Thou hast Subject and wit if thou hast but a will Thou maist make a Poem next that Coupers-hill Remember thy promise to send me my book With a copy of thine for which I do look And let not a Letter come hither to me But fraighted with Poems and written by thee And I out of gratitude shall take a care To make a return of our City ware I 'll vex thee no more with this paltry rhythme For fear it should make thee mis-spend thy time And so I have this Apology for 't Though it be'nt very sweet it shall be pretty short XX. To the Meritoriously Honourable Lord Chief Justice of the Kings-Bench GReat Sir and Good beloved and obey'd To whose great worth honour 's not giv'n but paid To whose great love and knowledge we all owe All that we have of law and that we know Who with strong reason from the factious clawes Of wilful fools redeem'd our sacred lawes Full twenty years have I a Servant been To this Profession I live by and in Eight years a Master and in all this space Have nothing done that mis-became my place Nor have my actions been Derogatory Unto my Clients profit or the glory Of this renowned Court and therefore I Now humbly beg to be at liberty Justice and reason both command that he Who serv'd so long should at the last be free For this I serv'd for this our Nation fought And pray'd and paid so much nor do I doubt T' obtain my wish herein could I but find Desert in me proportion'd to your mind The benefit o' th' Clergy I desire That I may be admitted of that Quire Who their own Pleas in their own names enrowl And may perform my place without controul My Lord you 've power and will to do 't and though I am not worthy if you think me so Your Lordships test can constitute me that Which my abilities can near reach at My comfort is 't is what you don't deny To some that read and write as bad as I And there 's a kindness which belongs to such As having little worth beg where there 's much Caesar that valiant General was ador'd More for his liberal hand then for his Sword And your great Archetipe his Highness does Derive more honour from the mouthes of those Whom he hath gratifi'd then by the death Of those his conquering sword depriv'd of breath Freedome's a Princely thing to give 't is that Which all our Laws do stand for and aim at And 't will be some addition to your fame When I with tongue and pen enlarg'd proclaim 'Mong all your Noble acts you made a room In your great heart for A. B. XXI A New-years-gift presented to the same My Lord DId I not find it by experience true Beggers are many but Thanks-givers few I had not dar'd t'envade your eye with this Mean gratulation whose ambition is But to be pardon'd and the faults to smother With this which were committed by the other Yet since 't is gratitude it may please you If not as good yet as 't is strange and new Great Atlas of our laws and us whose will Is alwaies active back'd by unmatch'd skill To rule the Nation and instruct it too And make all persons live as well as know Though being among the undiscerning throng You suffer'd once you acted all along Your sufferings did but like the Martyrs flame Advance your Person and exalt your name Disclos'd your vertues from their â—ullen Ore Make your gold shine which was pure gold before Your noble soul tells us from whence you came You 've both the British Nature and the name By your example you instruct us what Our Grandsires were and what they aimed at Ere the phantastick French or selvish Dutch Were grafted on our stocks our souls were such As yours is now Now we by you may see What once we were what now we ought to be Great Men great favours to great men repay With great rewards but I can only say Your Lordship your great kindnesses have thrown On one that can return or merit none But you must pay and thank your self for me With your own goodness That vast Treasury That found your love so generous and immense To cast on me can find you Recompence A gift of worth my fortune can't bring forth Proportion'd to your kindness or your worth Let me send what I can it will not be Enough for you though 't be too much for me What more to do or say I cannot tell Much I can't do nor can say much and well But what I can not do I will desire And what I can't express I shall admire May this new year be prosperous may each hour Bring you new blessings in a plenteous shour May Heaven still smile upon you and still bless All that you do and all that you possess May you live long and flourish too that I When I need succour may know where to fly And find supplies May all your actions be As beneficial t' all as this to me That when you dye great pity 't is you shou'd Th' whole land may mourn not as